#where did i put my simp card

[nay0hmeee]

Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae

You are too pretty

Cease

[screeching-bunny]

I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Im an ace simp unashamedly and i need to share this little detail of heartslabyul's birthday boy card that someone probably mentioned alr somewhere. In all the boys' groovy illustrations theres always someone else with them. Riddle has cater and trey, Trey has cater. Cater has ace and Deuce has someone in the corner (i cant tell who)

EXCEPT ACE???? BRO'S JUST STARING INTO THE CAMERA WITH THAT SILLY LITTLE BLUSH LIKE BRO YOU LOOKING AT ME???? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNNA TELL ME TWST????

cbjsvsjsjcks Where did all the Ace simps suddenly spawn from… I feel like I’ve been meeting a lot of them lately (not necessarily through this blog, but also in other discussion circles) 😂

Yes, the Birthday Boy series tends to generally showcase at least one other character in the Groovies. For Heartslabyul: Cater and Trey appear in Riddle’s, Trey appears in Cater’s, and I believe it’s Ace in Deuce’s.

That isn’t Trey because Trey wears gloves in his dorm uniform, and nor can it be Riddle because his dorm uniform looks entirely different than the standard one. That leaves us with Cater and Ace. By process of elimination and using context clues, it’s most likely Ace. Cater already appeared in two other Birthday Boy Groovies. Additionally, Deuce has a voice line where he says Ace gifted him a jack-in-the-box—and while the Groovy doesn’t depict that item, Deuce is reacting similarly shocked upon opening it. Ace has also explained (I think in a Halloween event or vignette??) that it is possible to pull off a simple trick of flashing lights and sounds using magic. He tends to use his skills for childish things like little pranks and sleights, and has the personality to be inclined towards those things too. All the circumstantial evidence points to Ace.

Anyway, I feel like Ace is one of those characters you commonly see getting shipped with Yuu because of how he is presented in official content (and especially the main story). Him and Malleus seem to be the Big Two on that regard. That’s what my observation has always been, at least.

It’s rare that TWST will put out these “looking directly at you” illustrations, and even when they do, it’s not always aimed at Yuu if you look at the context the vignettes provide. For example, the Jade Outdoor Wear Groovy has him looking back and offering a hand… but it’s not for Yuu, it’s for Cater; Floyd’s Beans Camo Groovy had him looking soft and cute… and that gaze is aimed at Epel while Floyd talks about how he wants to take on strong opponents. Ace’s Birthday Boy Groovy exists in defiance of that pattern!

I think it’s funny that his dynamic with Yuu can so easily feed into that trope of the BFF that’s crushing hard but is too afraid to fully commit, so he always frames advances/flirting/playful teasing as “just jokes” to test the waters. It almost feels like Ace was tailor-made for this 😂 It sets up a lot the potential for something as simple as a look seeming longing. I can definitely understand how someone might see that Groovy and think it’s romantic. I don’t think most people make that kind of expression while using the thumb to brush away crumbs and staring into the camera 💀 Bro would 100% catch you and then go, “I know, I know, I look so cool that you just can’t get enough of me. Well, today’s my special day so I’m feeling extra nice. Feel free to stare at me aaaaaall you like, Prefect.” And then maybe joke that you could have him all to yourself if you asked—

You Ace yumes out there must be thankful for this food www

[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (4/?)

Chapter summary: The night at the club - from your perspective. And we find out whether you came to the opening of Wanda's cafe or not

Chapter word count: 6.3k+

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader (heavy on this chapter)

Tags: fluff if you squint (did I just say fluff?)

AO3 | Masterlist 

Next Chapter: Five

Taglist: @blackluthxr | @esposadejoyhuerta | @secretbackrooms | @justgotlizzied , @casquinhaa | @marvelwomen-simp | @sunsol-22 | @wandanatlov3r | @kyaraderuwez

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Four

The night at the club - from your perspective

The club Clint chooses for Natasha’s send-off is a drug deal away from being sleazy, despite its popularity. It’s significantly larger too, than the typical nightclubs you’ve been to in the past; there's a mezzanine for VIP members and celebrity guests; three bars are stationed at the corners of the main room, selling beverages based on a price bracket–with the most expensive ones near the steps leading to the VIP area. In here, you find all kinds of party-goers–from preppy high school kids with their daddy’s money and fake IDs to aging business men looking to score a high-end escort or a B-list actress in need of a sponsor for their lavish lifestyle. 

And then there’s you–newly single, unemployed, nearing your 30s and rooming with your best friend. Just with how you’re dressed–a white, velvet sleeveless cowl neck top and skinny jeans–you wonder what other people think of you, what backstory they’ve concocted in their heads. Whatever it is, it couldn’t be worse than your actual reality.

“How did you find this place?” you ask Clint after he returns with shots of tequila to start the night with.

He glances between you and then Natasha, who finishes her shot in a single gulp the second she snatches it from Clint’s fingers.

“Did you not see how big this place is from outside? It’s hard to miss the biggest nightclub in New York, Y/N.” His breath fans over your face, and all it takes is one whiff to know he’s already had some pre-party drinks in his system. 

“I prefer the dive bars we used to frequent.” you say, grimacing as the tequila burns down your throat. It immediately warms the middle of your chest, leaving you thirstier than before.

Clint raises his eyebrows at you incredulously. “We’re not here to talk and catch-up. We’re here to get trashed because our girl right here,” he playfully puts an arm around Natasha so she’s snug against his side. “Is returning to the front lines.”

“Damn right!” Natasha yells, raising her empty shot glass to no one in particular. She’s deadly as she looks for what she’s capable of–which you know very little about–and yet, astoundingly lightweight when it comes to holding her liquor. It wouldn’t take three more rounds to render her thoroughly incapacitated.

Clint looks so smug, and it doesn’t take a second more for you to realize that he gave Natasha a double. You weakly jab his side with your elbow and then proceed to swipe his credit card from his back pocket, making sure he at least pays for everything tonight.

“Come on,” you say, reaching for Natasha’s hand. “We can’t have you drinking on an empty stomach or you won’t last until midnight.”

Natasha shakes her head with a pout. “Gotta last much, much, much later than that.”

“For sure. But first, let’s–”

“Where are you taking my sister?” A voice behind you asks in a demanding but playful manner. You feel it being said right in your ear, causing goosebumps all over the back of your neck.

Whipping your head around, you find Yelena smiling at you as she staggers a step back to avoid you accidentally kissing her cheek in the process.

There’s tension from the last time you saw each other, and it becomes instantly obvious that it hasn’t gone away the moment you take in her plunge cocktail dress and the rose-colored smirk she has on. You don’t really mean to, but it’s easy to make the conclusion that anyone would easily find her the most attractive person in the room. 

“Little sis,” Natasha exclaims in barely contained excitement, hastily enveloping Yelena in a bear hug. “You came!”

“Hey,” you breathe out, failing to stop your gaze from straying below her collarbone and landing on her proud cleavage. 

“Hey, stranger.” she greets you back, and you catch the mischievous smile on her lips despite having half of her face squashed against Natasha’s shoulder. Yup. She’s definitely noticed.

“See you around, kid. I’ll take care of this one.” Clint says, already pulling Natasha away before she can suffocate Yelena further.

Helplessly, you watch Clint and Natasha disappear into the crowd, anxiety crippling your ability to decide what you’re going to do or where you’re going next.

Yelena lightly taps you on the shoulder to get your attention–which, for all intents and purposes–is already hers to begin with. You just don’t want to be too obvious about it.

“My sweater.” she simply says with an unreadable expression when you turn to address her.

“Sorry?”

“You still have it?”

And then it comes back to you. Your ruined shirt, borrowing’s Yelena sweater, Yelena joking about her first sexual experience, that happened to be with you–

You can always blame the tequila for the way your cheeks flush at the memories. 

Biting your lip, you say, “The truth is I forgot to mail it. With everything that’s happened–”

“It’s okay. Nat just recently told me the stuff you went through the past few months,” Yelena cuts in, and the softness in her gaze gives you a sense of calm. “Do you, maybe, want to drink about it? First round’s on me.” she reluctantly offers.

“Nah,” you dismiss her intentions to pay, as you hold up Clint’s Visa. “All our rounds on this.”

Yelena orders a frozen margarita, while you opt for a more basic choice of gin and tonic. You find yourselves sitting closely together, sharing a couch with random strangers in the most relatively secluded part of the club.

“So, what exactly did Natasha tell you?” you ask, letting your index finger dance along the rim of your glass. 

Yelena takes a sip of her drink and considers how she should relay what she knows. 

In the end, she goes for the unfiltered narrative, given that there’s really no way of making it sound less severe than it is. “That your wife cheated on you with her student.” 

You offer her a wan smile and clink your drinks togethers. “Cheers.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be betrayed like that by the person you–I assume–trust the most.” Yelena says after some time. She’s not used to being the one to give consolation, especially with you. Growing up, you were a steady, ever-reliable presence in her life; her place of solitude throughout the pains of her youth. It’s pathetic how she’s wishing she had gone through the same ordeal if it meant she could give you the comfort and understanding you needed. 

“Me too. I don’t even remember how I was able to survive what came right after taking your sister’s call that day. Did Nat mention that I almost killed the kid? He’s only a little younger than you are.” you say.

“Yeah. It’s fucked up. But it doesn't compare to what she did.” Yelena tells you with a pained expression. “You’re okay now, though. Right?”

“I’m,” You search for the right word that perfectly describes your monotonous routine and lack of a meaningful purpose. But you figure that there’s no need for Yelena–or anyone for that matter–to worry about you. Life’s easier to live without the concern of disappointing people who care about you. “I’m better than I was yesterday.”

Yelena nods empathically, and places a hand on your knee. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Your smile is small, but genuine. Clearing your throat, she quickly puts her hand back over her lap. 

“Y/N?” Yelena starts.

“Yes?”

Yelena, for all her boldness and tenacity, has to put down her glass lest it accidentally slips from her shaking hands. 

“There’s something I want to say, and you can’t talk unless I say so. Understood?” she says as calmly as she can manage.

“Am I free to react?” A smile plucks at the corner of your mouth, eyes twinkling with mirth. 

Yelena has grown into a woman so different from when she was just Natasha’s little sister. She carries an air of sophistication, and from what you can tell, sasses her way out of difficult situations and knows what and how to get what she wants. Which is why it’s refreshing to see her display glimpses of the shy girl who spent her summers burning through classic literature in the public library. 

A husky laugh escapes Yelena’s throat. “As long as it’s a good reaction.” she says.

You playfully roll your eyes at her. 

“But seriously, hear me out,” Yelena breathes steadily through her nose. “First of all, I want to apologize about what happened when you were at my apartment.

“I didn’t know why I brought up losing my virginity to you, and it was terribly awkward–for me especially because the look on your face was…” Yelena trails off, pointedly avoiding your curious eyes. “It’s like you were recalling a bad memory–a memory that’s dear to me. And to be honest, it hurt me a bit.”

“Yelena–”

Yelena shushes you with a finger. “Let me finish. I was hurt, but I understood that I crossed a line that day. I was flirting with you the whole time knowing you were married. In a way, I was no better than–well, your ex-wife.”

Yelena pauses to look at you. She can’t read your expression, but at least you haven’t run away yet. Which is more than a good sign for her to continue.

“There’s no excuse for what I did. I could dismiss it as friendly between old friends, but could we even call ourselves that? We were never just friends. We had something that wasn’t official, and then I ran off to the UK before we had a chance to talk about that thing that wasn’t official, and then when I got back, I found out you’re already with someone else.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… that was a shitty move on my part and I’m sorry. But I’d be lying if I said I didn't mean to do any of that. ‘Cause I did want to stir the pot just to see if there’s still something there.”

You wait for her to continue, but eventually Yelena vaguely signals that she’d done speaking. 

You cover your mouth with your hand, thumb scratching lightly at your chin as you thoroughly digest her confession.

“Y/N?” Yelena asks when she feels you’re being silent for too long, fear lacing her voice. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not,” you quickly reply. “I accept your apology. And I do appreciate your candor–for not skirting around that incident like I probably would’ve, for…well, forever.”

Yelena is overwhelmed with relief.

“You were never great at confrontations.” she muses, and your minds both wander to the letter you wrote for her that she had missed, already having boarded the plane when you decided to drop by and hand-deliver it yourself.

“I’m working on it. I know I can’t keep putting things at the back of my head until I eventually forget them and then it’s too late.”

“Or maybe you just think it’s too late, and you use that as an excuse to not even try.” Yelena counters. It’s a fair point and somehow applicable to your shared history together. 

“You know what? I’m just gonna shoot my shot here while I’m feeling brave,” Yelena says, keeping her eyes trained on her almost empty drink.

“Go to dinner with me next Friday.” 

Before you can stop it, Wanda’s languid face in the mornings registers in your brain fleetingly. And then you blink once and the image of her is gone, replaced by Yelena’s hopeful stare. 

“Dinner, as in…” you try to clarify, just in case you’re misreading it.

“As in I’m asking you out,” Yelena confirms, and proudly smiles at how your ears redden at this point. “Or if you’re not ready, say so. I’m a big girl. I can take it. Then I’ll ask you again in a few months.”

“I-I don’t know. Can I sleep on it?” you say, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Take all the time you need. I just thought you should know that I’m an option.”

Your expression turns grim once you question the fact that someone like Yelena wants you.

She senses your internal conflict and asks, “What’s wrong?” 

“How could you want me? I’m damaged goods. You know that, right?”

“Y/N,” Yelena chides, and she looks positively horrified.  “Don’t you ever think you’re half the person you are just because somebody was stupid enough not to know your worth.”

You shrug your shoulders. There’s no point in arguing. Regardless of what other people think, it’s what you see in the mirror these days.

“Okay.” you mumble in reply and casually chug your drink to the last drop.

Yelena’s not convinced, but recognizes that it’s not the right place nor the right time to show you you’re more than just damaged goods. 

“Okay.” she says, then looks over to where people seem to be under the spell of eternal bliss. 

“Wanna dance with me at least? You know–as friends,” Yelena says, and then a second later adds, “For now.”

You don’t answer and merely allow yourself to be pulled towards writhing bodies moving to the beat of the music, like puppets on strings. 

-

You don’t remember the last time you’ve thoroughly enjoyed dancing with someone.

(That’s a lie though, because you do; if twirling your wife and enthusiastically swaying to her poor singing in the kitchen counts.)

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes darts to you and your dance partner, before they shut in reprieve.  

-

A surprisingly sober Natasha appears next to you as you’re getting the next round of drinks. You fan yourself uselessly with your hand after breaking out a sweat on the dancefloor. 

“Hey! Where have you been?” you say.

“Bruce was here. But that’s not important.” Natasha says.

“Are you guys–” you begin to ask about it, but Natasha brazenly cuts you off. 

“Don’t even think about it.” she says, her tone unusually stern, and you whip your head so fast in her direction your vision spins a little.  

“Think about what?” you say.

“Flirting with my sister.” 

“I wasn’t,” you say and Natasha lifts an eyebrow. “I swear.”

Natasha surveys you a while longer with an unreadable expression, and just as you start feeling uncomfortable, she backs off with a small nod.

It only bothers you more. “I-Is that something I’m not allowed to do?” you cautiously ask.

Natasha scratches at her nape. “Technically, you’re single now and you can flirt with whoever you want. But maybe not my sister, okay? I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“What are you implying?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m just trying to give you the big sister talk, and I hope you understand why I need to. Especially since Yelena told me not long ago about the R-rated version of your history together.”

Your mouth falls open in shock, already circling around the details of what Yelena might have shared with your best friend. “She what?”

“I wanted to smack you in the face when she told me that you were…” Natasha grimaces, trying not to imagine you in bed with her sister. “... her first.”

“God, Nat. I–” Your tongue feels heavy, and you wish you weren’t half-sober for this. “She–we–”

“Relax, Y/N. It’s not like I found out about it yesterday. I’ve known ever since she came back to New York.”

“I think I’d prefer if you’d still smack me in the face right now. But please consider how tiny I am compared to your usual sparring partners.”

Natasha lets out an airy laugh that gives you a bit of relief. “To be honest, I think I’ve always known that there was something going on between you and her. I was just too stubborn to admit it because I care about you both so much.”

“I care about you too. And Yelena.”

“I believe you,” Natasha says. “But Yelena thinks you hung the moon and stars and all that shit, and you’re–you’re kind of a mess, Y/N. No offense.”

“Do you want me to stay away from her?” you ask. 

“Not really. But as her older sister, I need to remind you to think about it carefully if ever it becomes more than platonic.” she says. “I’m leaving in a few hours, so I need you to promise me not to be reckless. That's all I’m asking.”

Natasha gives and gives and gives, and rarely ever asks for anything. 

And you suppose you owe it to her in some way.

“Promise.”

-

A couple of more shots (and an incident of restraining Natasha from punching the lights out of a guy who randomly grabbed your ass) later, you’re stumbling out of the club, reeking of smoke, sweat and alcohol. 

Your phone dies just before you could confirm a ride, and you blearily stare at it like you’re expecting it to suddenly come alive again by some miracle. Yelena has left earlier, mentioning an early meeting at work, and you can’t find Natasha since Bruce’s surprise appearance. An option is to walk to your apartment, but you can’t seem to move any part of your body with the intense throbbing in your head.

You deliberate your fate for the night, until you feel an odd sensation of being watched. 

Your eyes flit across the street and there she is.

Wanda Maximoff.

-

You get home safely with the help of your ex-wife. Once you reach your room, you don’t bother to brush your teeth or wash your face. You just mechanically strip down to your underwear before diving under the covers.

In your sleep, you dream about Wanda.

Dream Wanda resembles College Wanda, with her dirty blonde hair that falls in waves past her shoulders. She’s cradling your head on her lap, while you look up at her lovingly.

“Wands,” you whisper. “I miss you.”

She scrunches her nose as she smiles down at you. “I’m right here, baby.”

“You’re not.”

“Where did I go then?”

You shake your head and close your eyes. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Look for me, then. I only want to be found by you.”

“I’m not sure I want to.” you confess to Dream Wanda, and her brows stitch together into a frown. Then you feel something wet and cold drip on your cheeks. Your eyes flutter open but instead of seeing Wanda, you see Vision’s face covered in blood. 

Your mouth opens in a silent scream. In reality, you’re alone in Natasha’s apartment, thrashing in your bed and mumbling incoherently. 

The next morning, you don’t recall any of it, but you feel its echoes in your heart anyway.

-

You wake up to a text from Natasha, telling her that she’s already at the airport. The message came in at 1:30AM, and was followed by another text six hours later, saying that she has landed safely and that you won’t be hearing from her again in the next ten days at the minimum. A third message came in a second after that, and it simply read, “Look out for my sister. Don’t forget what you promised.” You text back a short “Take care, Nat.”, before tossing your phone somewhere on your unmade bed. 

Trudging towards the kitchen, you think about Yelena. 

There was a time when the blonde used to occupy your thoughts day and night, notwithstanding the thousands of miles you were apart.

But all that changed the day you met Wanda, and she never crossed your mind again except when she’d come up in conversations, and until that time you accidentally almost ran her over in Soho. 

You languidly stir together the milk and cereal in your bowl. It would be a lie to say that seeing Yelena, especially in that dress, didn’t do things to you that a married woman would normally stamp out before they could spread like wildfire. Except, you’re no longer a married woman. And Yelena let you look as much as you wanted–even encouraged it. 

It’s liberating more than anything, not because you’re free from the confines of marriage, but because you didn’t feel guilty having looked.

Is it time? 

You’ve always thought of Yelena as your ‘right person, wrong time’.��

Is it the right time?

-

The weekend passes in a blur of series marathons and Chinese takeouts. Wanda doesn’t text or call, neither does Yelena. You thought you had sufficient time to reconsider Wanda’s invitation, but Monday eventually comes around, bringing about an unexplainable anxiety you can’t curb and can only attribute to intuition. Even if you don’t tell Wanda the reason you won’t come, binge-watching another show instead of doing something meaningful for someone is at a level of pathetic you’re not willing to stoop towards. 

Besides, you said you’d come. Being steadfast in your word is both your strength and your undoing. And so, your intent to follow through with your promise brings you to a corner gardening store, after scouring the internet for ‘grand opening gift ideas’.

None of them suggested this. Though you knew Wanda enough to know better than those online articles.

“And this pretty thing? What does it stand for?” you ask, pointing at flowers of a variety of colors resembling a pompon.

“That’s a Chrysanthemum–or just ‘mums’. Very easy to keep them alive. In Chinese culture, it represents longevity and good luck. But it also simply symbolizes friendship and happiness.” the store keeper says. 

“Perfect,” you say, focusing on ‘longevity and good luck’. “I’ll get… Five of those in a pot.”

“What color would you like, dear?”

Without thinking, you pick Wanda’s favorite color. “The red ones. All of them.” 

The store keeper claps her hands together. “Excellent choice. Just give me a second to prepare them for you.”

A pleased smile works its way to your lips. “Thanks a lot.”

Mums in a pot. That's a good gift right? Not too thoughtful nor impersonal. It would look good displayed anywhere in her shop should Wanda decide to keep it there. Or she can place it at her new home near a window, as it probably needs six hours of sunlight a day. 

Perhaps you should also write instructions for Wanda on how to care for these mums. And will she need some fertilizers too? 

You’re busy putting together a mental list when the store keeper comes out with the final product. 

“Here you go,” she says and hands you over Wanda’s gift in a paper bag. “It’s $95.86.”

You pull out a hundred dollar bill from your wallet. “Keep the change.”

She does a little bow of gratitude and says, “Thank you, dear. She’s going to love it.”

“She?” you sputter, bewildered.

“The recipient’s a lady, I assume. Is it not?”

“It…is.” you hesitantly confirm.

“Good luck, ma’m.” she says with innocent cheer, unmindful of your sudden skepticism.

As you leave the shop feeling less sure of your gift choice, your phone’s ringing tone goes off in your pants. With urgency, you take your phone out of your pocket and find an unknown number calling. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” A husky voice greets you over the receiver.

“Yelena?”

“Hey. I, uh, got your number from Nat,” she says, hearing her heavy sighs in between sentences. “Is this a bad time?”

“No. Is something wrong?” you ask, swinging the paper bag back and forth as you meander about the busy alley on your way back home.

“I’m in the middle of a news article that’s due for tomorrow, and I heard that your former boss is Scott Lang?”

“You heard right.”

“I need your banking knowledge to go over some facts in my draft,” she says. “And maybe, get a quick interview with Mr. Lang?”

For a while, you don’t know how to answer. You haven’t been in touch with Scott or any of your colleagues since moving back, and it seems kind of rude to call him up out of the blue for a favor.

“Please?” you hear Yelena beg softly. You knew Yelena. Like Natasha, she almost never asks for help, not unless it’s a matter of life, death or career. 

“Okay,” you finally say. “Where should we meet?”

“I’ll meet you at Nat’s in an hour? It’s where you’ve been staying, right?”

You agree on the time and place, and hurry to catch a bus instead of your original plan to walk the thirty minutes back to the apartment.

It oddly feels good to be part of a Monday’s morning rush once again.

-

You end up spending the whole day helping Yelena and trailing after her to visit various places and meet financial executives just to put together a 1,500-word news article on The Wall Street Journal. 

“You saved me today,” Yelena tells you while you escort her to the lobby. “Let me make it up to you on Friday?” 

It’s tempting, especially after discovering that you both make a great team. You actually had fun running errands with her. 

But you promised Natasha.

“I’ll text you.” you answer with a small smile. 

Once Yelena gets inside her ride, it hits you right away where you’re supposed to be. You check your watch and the time displayed sends you in a panic. 

It’s almost ten. Wanda’s café is only open until nine. You quickly grab your gift for Wanda and hail a cab for Queens.

Your cab screeches to a halt right in front of Second Chances. You make sure to tip big for forcing your driver to beat the speed limit several times on the way. 

You get off the cab, and take in your first impression of Wanda’s café. The facade of the coffee shop is simple: the signage looks obviously hand-drawn, while the black awning underneath it gives it a Parisian vibe; a string of yellow led lights hang above the glass door and the full-length window next to it.

It has Wanda written all over it. And you can’t help the teary smile that creeps its way to your lips. Carrying the potted Chrysanthemum securely under your arm, you walk to the entrance that holds a ‘Sorry, We’re Closed’ sign. The stainless shutter is lowered down just barely, and it’s pitch black inside except for a beam of light coming from the back room.

You raise your fist, about to knock, when suddenly you catch a figure from the corner of your eyes. 

It’s Wanda, and she’s asleep with her arms as her pillow, hunched over the bar table facing the window. Curiously, you move over to stand right across her and push your palm against the translucent barrier. 

She waited for you to show. Your heart betrays you as it thumps wildly in your chest. 

For a moment you just stand there watching. There are still days when you randomly get angry at Wanda all over again. Some days, you bargain and simultaneously undergo depression. And you cycle over these stages in random orders but haven't–not even once–felt like you’re ready to accept all of it. 

Somewhere in the stillness, an ambulance siren could be heard wailing in the distance. Wanda is slow to come to, and even as you realize she’s waking up, you stay frozen in your position.

“Y/N?” you read your name being spoken from her lips. Wanda looks confused in her sleepy state, still deciding if you’re actually there. You beam at her and mouth a ‘hi’ in return. 

Wanda lights up right before your eyes. She hurries to unlock the door to her shop.  

“Sorry I’m late.” you say.

Wanda’s smile only widens, and then she says, “Better late than never.”

You choose to sit at one of the tiny dining tables for two near the open kitchen. There are congratulatory flowers arranged neatly by the counter, making you a bit self-conscious about bringing something similar on a smaller, more insignificant scale.

“How long have you been waiting?” you ask as you survey the interior of the cafe..

“Not long.” Wanda assures you, and then proudly hands you over the menu. Her writing is almost instantly recognizable. 

“Pick anything you want. On the house.” she says, tying back her apron. 

There aren’t many items on the list, but you’re familiar with each of them from Wanda having made them for you over the years. 

“I’ll have a Spanish latte,” you say, eyes still scanning the menu. “Do you have any cookies left?”

“Sorry, they are all sold out.” 

“Wanda, that’s awesome!” You exclaim, placing the menu back on the table.

Wanda endearingly chuckles at your excitement. You’re still a customer, and it’s very unusual for one to cheer when the item they want is unavailable.

“Have you eaten? I can whip something up.” Wanda says, peeking inside the fridge. 

You haven’t eaten since lunch, but you don’t want Wanda to go through the trouble of preparing something off the menu. “It’s fine.” 

“I’m kinda hungry myself,” Wanda chews on her bottom lip. “Does garlic pasta sound good?”

As if on cue, your stomach rumbles and Wanda tries to suppress a smirk.

“Sounds amazing.” you mumble, somewhat flustered by the sound you just made. The thought of a warm pasta for dinner, however, is already making you drool.

Wanda grins, buzzing with childlike enthusiasm. “Coming right up!”

Right before she gets to it, Wanda puts on some music and gives you her phone. “Play anything you want.” she says. A classical piano piece starts playing in the background, and it actually matches the mood and the vibe of the room, so you choose to stay on the current playlist.

Wanda already has some minced garlic and left over pasta from earlier, so it’s just a matter of reheating and then mixing the ingredients. In less than ten minutes, she’s bringing out two plates of Aglio e Olio and your order of a hot Spanish latte.

You haven’t realized how starving you are until the aroma of Wanda’s dish reaches your nose. 

“What’s that?” Wanda points to the paper bag sitting beside you after she settles in her seat across you.

“Oh!” you say. “I almost forgot. This is for you. Happy, uh, grand opening day?”

Wanda takes the bag, unintentionally brushing your fingers in the process. Her skin is warm from cooking and smells like the condiments she used to prepare your food.

You quietly eat your food, unable to keep yourself from moaning out your satisfaction. After months of living on takeouts, it’s a very welcome change.

Wanda, on the other hand, peers inside the paper bag, and her smile grows and grows until it reaches her watery eyes. 

“These are gorgeous, Y/N,” Wanda comments, taking the pot out of its hiding. “I love them. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Wanda stands up and walks towards the window near the entrance, the plant and a glass of water in tow. She places the mums in the corner where it will be least bothered by customers, but should receive the most sunlight at the same time. She then proceeds to water it, careful to cover the whole soil and sprinkle some on its delicate petals. 

A smile graces your lips as you watch her tend to the mums. 

It’s hard not to wonder if maybe this could work. Maybe healing can be possible while being friends.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask, after you finish your food. You subtly eye Wanda’s plate, which she’s barely touched. 

“Like I said, on the house.” she answers. 

You purse your lips in disapproval but don’t insist; the tip jar is right beside the register and you can slip some twenties later when Wanda’s not looking.

“So, any feedback? Is the latte too sweet?” Wanda asks with a devoted curiosity of a businesswoman. “For the pasta I added an extra ounce of minced garlic from the original recipe, but I’m not sure if it made the flavor too strong. And this table–don’t you think it’s too small? Cause they don’t look standard-sized to me, and I keep telling them–”

“Wanda, slow down,” you gently cut in, bringing the coffee mug to your lips for a taste test. It’s sweet but not achingly so. There’s still a hint of bitterness in the aftertaste, and the richness of the condensed milk counters it, resulting in a very comforting pick-me-up.

“It’s good. I’d say, better than the ones I always got when I was still working.”

“You’re not working anymore?”

You bite your lip at that, not really meaning for that information to slip out of you.

“I took a sabbatical,” you explain, refusing to call yourself jobless in front of your ex-wife, who somehow contrived to achieve greater heights following a divorce and a narrowly missed small town sex scandal.

You quickly try to change the subject. “Anyway, don’t worry about the furniture. As long as they’re comfy.”

“Half of your ass is barely hanging onto your seat, you know?” Wanda points out with a giggle. 

There’s no denying the tinge of jealousy you feel over the fact that Wanda seems to have her shit together more than she cares to admit. But that’s overruled by the natural joy of seeing someone you care about (because you do, you really still do) thrive, no matter how much they hurt you in the past. 

“Are you saying my ass is fat?” you ask, pretending to be offended. 

She laughs harder, resulting in tiny hiccups that never fails to trigger you into a fit as well.

“Honestly though, it barely fits mine as well. But that's all I can afford for now.” Wanda says as she keeps twirling the pasta around her fork without any intention of actually eating.

“You shouldn’t play with your food.” you chide, still smiling.

“Do you want some of mine?”

You shake your head no. “Not when you just implied I have a fat ass.”

Wanda snorts, her laughter building up again at your poker face. 

When she recovers this time, you sheepishly smile and take some from her plate and transfer it to yours. 

“I haven’t thanked you for coming.” Wanda mutters in a hoarse voice. You wordlessly fill her empty glass with water.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure until this morning if I was going to.” you say.

Certain muscles on Wanda’s face visibly tighten at that.

“Why is that?” Wanda whispers, staring at her unwanted food, losing again the appetite she lied about in the first place.

You mull about it for a moment. There’s no point in denying that you feel things for Wanda. Abstract feelings that you can’t name, but feel regardless. And it’s still unclear whether they are beneficial or not to you moving forward. Just that, being in communication with Wanda again puts you at ease; brings back a sense of normalcy that you so crave. It could be because you can’t remember a time she wasn’t a part of your life, can’t remember who you were before her. Going cold-turkey only led to some impulsive decisions (not to mention, a cheap and random sex with a stranger who was spoken for).

“Because I want to do what’s right for me, this time. And I’m not sure if this is.”

“This?”

“Being in each other’s lives.” you coolly state, crossing your arms and leaning back on your chair. 

Wanda blinks a couple of times when wetness gathers around her eyes. You drop your head and sigh. It goes without saying that these meetings with Wanda are always volatile. But constantly crying around someone is obviously not an indication of a healthy bond. 

“I’m afraid you’re the only one who can answer your own question, Y/N.” Wanda swipes at the corner of her eyes. 

You hollowly laugh. “I was kinda expecting you’d convince me that this is a good idea.”

“The fact that I invited you here and never stopped trying to contact you says alot without me having to say it.” Wanda reasons evenly.

“And me doing exactly the opposite, must also say a lot. Is that it?” you retort. 

Wanda squints at your hard tone. “That’s not what I’m saying.” 

“Well, it’s what I’m hearing.” 

An impasse is reached, and Wanda wishes nothing more than to retract her statements and start all over again. 

“Why do I keep fucking this up?” you’re scarcely able to hear Wanda talk, more directly to herself than you.

You release a ragged breath and speak out, “You’re not fucking up anything, Wanda. There’s nothing to fuck up in the first place because we’re not supposed to expect anything from each other anymore, remember?”

Wands nods in understanding. “It just feels like I keep saying the wrong thing.”

You consider her words for a moment. “Maybe it’s because I keep waiting for you to.”

Wanda looks up at you with wide, limpid eyes. “So I am walking on eggshells.” 

“You don’t have to though. You can’t always worry about what will set me off. Let me worry about that.” 

“I’m scared, Y/N,” Wanda whispers. “I’m scared I’ll say one wrong thing and I won’t hear from you again for a long time. I mean, I just… I just found you. Inadvertently, if I may add.”

“I-I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t blame you for feeling that way,” you say. “But I can’t promise that I won’t disappear when something happens.”

Wanda hums and you lick your lips.

“I have thought about it.” you say, in spite of the delicate timing. 

She looks skeptical. “Thought about…?”

“Us,” you motion between yourself and her. “Being friends.”

“Oh,” Wanda tries not to sound disappointed. The problem is she wants too much too soon. And she needs to work on that or else she ruins her chance with you. “And?”

You’re nothing but truthful when you say, “And I miss the comfort of having you as a friend.” 

“Me too,” Wanda whispers thickly as you both share a meaningful look.

Maybe someday, she can have everything she has lost. 

Just not all at once.

[klausysworld]

you can do a one-shot for human yandere klaus mikaelson from the 21st century, where he is a university professor and has a crush on his student and/or even though she doesn't know it, klaus just admires her from a distance and is a simp to her, he He always makes sure to give her the best grades even though sometimes she doesn't deserve them, because Klaus believes that she should have the best.

(HIS LIPS IN THIS PHOTO!?)

His Favourite

Y/n was a beautiful and sweet girl, she was always polite to her professors despite the fact that her friends weren't the greatest influence. She always tried in her lessons even if she wasn't the brightest and sometimes she got a little distracted but Klaus didn't mind. It was normal for students to lose focus, to fall behind sometimes, sure they usually got punished for it but he didn't want to give Y/n a negative experience in his classes.

Klaus often looked to her when he was speaking, checking she was paying attention and taking notes. Sometimes she would catch his gaze and smile back at him so he knew she was listening.

Mr. Mikaelson was hands down the hottest professor going, so many of his students had a thing for him. They'd purposefully misbehave with the hopes of being in detention with him but more often than not he had a different member of staff keep an eye over them so he didn't have to endure their embarrassing attempts at flirting.

He was always dressed well and smelt wonderful, it was so easy to want him. Students would watch him get into his clean, expensive car and joke about following him home. Klaus wasn't oblivious to any of these things, all it really did was boost his ego.

Really it gave him hope that maybe Y/n would be one of those lovestruck girls. He thought maybe she wore those pretty little skirts for him, nibbled on the end of her pencil for his benefit and let the lace of her bra peek over her low v-necks for him to admire. He ached to feel her soft skin, to feel her warmth.

Often when he passed her a paper he would let his fingers graze her hand, he would always come stand over by her at some point during an assessment to feel close to her. Sometimes he would crouch down and read out the extract and questions for her, he would see how close he could get his lips to her ear before a shiver ran down her spine.

And no matter how much she struggled in the test, he always made sure she got a good grade.

He could remember finding her crying in the halls once because she had been failing her other course, he never wanted to put her in that position. She never deserved to feel anything but her best.

Klaus had looked through files on Y/n, he wanted to know her. He found that she was in debt on her canteen card and so made sure to put enough money on to last her a lifetime of unlimited meals. Sometimes he would see her go without so much as a carrot stick and he would grow worried.

Sometimes he held her back at the end of lessons, she would start to apologise for not understanding a question but he would always shake his head with a gentle smile

"No no my dear, it's not that" he told her, his heart warming when she visibly relaxed "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay? You've been quiet in my lessons" he placed a hand on her arm but she took no notice of it as she gave a small smile

"I'm okay" she whispered and he sighed

"It would be alright if you weren't, Y/n." he convinced and she nodded, glancing to the closed door which she knew her friends were waiting behind. He noticed the distraction and sighed "You can go to lunch if you like" he murmured and she fiddled with her fingers "I'm sure you're hungry, hm?" he smiled and she reciprocated it.

"Yes, thank you, sir" she whispered, heading back out the room, unaware that he would be replaying those words over and over in his head later that day.

He thought about her far too much, obsessed over her in his mind. He dreamt of her each night and daydreamed between lessons. All he wanted was to take her far far away and take care of every little thing for her. If it were done to him, she would never have to work a day in her life. She would not need for anything and anything she should wan't she would get.

But he knew he couldn't do that. So for now at least, he would just ensure she was as happy as she could be and doing as well as possible. She deserved any opportunity she desired and he would ensure she received them.

[mays-simping-for-leona]

wanna date the king? (part 2)

part 1

king leona is back~i don't have anything to say at this point except that i will cry if this didn't get any interaction because this damned scenario got deleted three times while im writing it and i rewrote it from the damn begining so please interact before i lose my mind and delete my account🥰🫶🏻💔⏤͟͟͞͞★

characters:

king leona kingscholar, fem!reader, ruggie bucchi ⏤͟͟͞͞★

information:

sfw (i don't know about you guys but as long as it's not smut so it's sfw for me😭), leona and ruggie here are besties so leona is comfortable around ruggie, ooc for leona (obviously because he's older), reader is a simp, leona and reader teasing eachother, leona as 35 y/o king of afterglow Savannah, ruggie as 32 y/o leona's right hand, fluff, comedy, intimacy ⏤͟͟͞͞★

prompt:

15 years after Leona became the King of the Savannah, he suddenly decided to take you with him on vacation for one day to confess to you.. ⏤͟͟͞͞★

⏤͟͟͞͞★enjoy!

note 1: I took into consideration that Leona's personality may change over the years (15 years is not a small number), and because his life has become better, he will be in a good mood most of the time and playful, so you may feel that his writing and some of his behavior here may be unusual

note 2: im still studying ruggie's personality so my apologizes if i write ruggie kinda weird

"...oh" you said calmly, having a moment of realization. yeah it is time to find the stupid dancing outfit..you took a deep breath and turned to leona, trying to escape somehow "leona.."

"hm? yes, miss?" he smirked at you, crossing his arms

"i..don't know how to da-" you were cut immediately by ruggie putting his phone in your face, a video of you was playing, it was recorded by the security cameras of the palace. you felt your breath stuck in your throat as you took the phone from ruggie harshly and tried to delete it "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS FROM?!!"

"haha.." The sound of Leona's laughter began to ring in your ears "girl, you were literally dancing in the garden, there are dozens of security cameras out there" he approached you and pat your head "don't try, There are a lot of cameras that have recorded you dancing over the past 5 years"

"5 years?.." you were about to pass out

"do you think i will give you my bank card and ask you to dance while i don't even know if you can dance or not? im not an idiot, you know" he laughed again, moving away from you. he left you all red and feeling humiliation, no one even tried to tell you that the cameras were recording..you just tried to learn belly dancing because you were bored, didn't expect it will turn this way..that bastard so he saw you dancing in these videos and now he wanted to see it all in HD in front of him? oh he really needs to be hit by a bus

"you will see..leona..i will make you drool and beg" You raised your head with pride, You will no longer be embarrassed by your talents. “If Leona wants to play like this, then I will play.." you followed leona immediately

...

later in the car, you were staring at leona all the time you two exchanged looks without a word, there was a whole conversation through these stares. leona was smirking to the front mirror of the car while you gave him a gaze sharp enough to kill him

just like that, you realized suddenly that he was taking you to somewhere else so you turned to him in confusion, raising one eyebrow "where are we going now?" you asked with a firm tone

"popular market" leona's eyes met yours with that shitty-mocking smile on his face "you know, we will find a lot of sexy outfits for you there, miss y/n~"

you smiled slyly at him, trying to make him annoyed just as he did to you "ohohohoo..if that's the case then i guess i will buy you the most revealing outfit i could find~" you teased, expecting him to protest and get angry, but he surprised you as usual with his response

"that will be amazing, i will take it as a permission to buy you revealing outfit too" he chuckled, a mocking chuckle that was enough to provoke you to your core..leona was right, if you made him wear something so revealing there's nothing to prevent him from doing the same for you

you felt angry, he can come up with a good response like he's ready to everything wich always make you hate getting with an argument with him..but you want to win this time, you had enough of losing against this damn tall cat

You suddenly remembered that you are a woman, so you decided to put pressure on him and use your trump card "hey leona, you are such a gentleman, Would you allow yourself to make a young lady like me get to wear the clothes of a dishonorable women and dance in front of you?" you gave him puppy eyes, trying to be pathetic somehow so he feels like he's doing things wrong and disrespecting you

"hahaha..how cute" he chuckled again, Stop the car at a traffic light and cupped your face in his palm "you want me to treat you like honorable woman when you want me to be a stripper? you know i believe in equality" he poke your nose "i will treat you just like you treat me, silly woman"

"...fuck you, bastard" you push his hand away, looking through the window. You decided to give up because discussing with Leona lead to no avail and you are not good at talking such shitty things like he does

"you want this?" leona asked, pointing at one of the outfits in the store

The mannequin was in the middle of the store displaying the best outfit they had. The entire upper part is exposed, so if Leona wore it, all of his muscles would be available to see. Lots of jewelry and decorations made of gold on the head, chest, arms and neck. A dance belt with gold coins on the waist, long from the left side almost to the knee, Many layers of white cloth decorated with traditional patterns of the savanna. The waist and edges of the skirt had white fur. The left side was open from the knee down to the floor displaying the leg

you actually wanted to buy something worse but you won't tolerate watching leona trying to find the most revealing outfit for you, so you will be satisfied with this outfit, it is still pretty and enough showing his chest and abs

"yes, i want it" you said, looking at the mannequin and deluluing about leona dancing with it, oh how lovely his muscles sway around in the dark room with the sound of golden coins..

While you were busy with your pink dreams, Leona already went to the store owner and asked him for an outfit similar to his own, but for women. The man gave Leona what he asked for, but the only difference was that your outfit had almost a bra? Not an actual bra, but a long cloth with fur and gold coins to wrap around the chest

"that's it, let's go now" leona said as he poke on your shoulder, but you didn't pay attention because you were so in your imagination. leona laughed at you and poked you a few more times before leaning in behind you and on purpose whispering in your ear with a deep voice

"don't worry, you will see that on me tonight. don't get distracted"

"?!! TF-" you jumped and turned to him, touching your ear and rubbing it hard after this sudden deep sound waves entered your ear..You felt as if his voice tickled your skull somehow, you shivered and leona just left you in the store and went outside with a victory smile

"HEY!! BASTARD COME BAC-..why im acting like i will do something about it?" You sighed in annoyance and left the store with surrender, fully aware that there was no way you could win against Leona this time either

suddenly as you were walking after him, you realized something..staring at his flickering sensitive ears..oh yes of course he will be a thousand times more sensitive than you. you can use this against him tonight~

...

"where are we going now? back to the palace?" you looked at leona as he was driving, curious to know your next heading

"palace? it's 4pm, no way we will be back now" leona seemed excited about something "we are going to an amazing place, just wait and see"

"im getting curious..I hope this place is actually worth the wait" you smiled, looking at your phone silently, but soon enough you talked again "btw, where is ruggie?"

"in the other car" leona's tone softened "why?"

"i just think it would be nice if he brought him with us this time" you beamed (it's a synonym of smile as far as i know, correct me if im wrong) softly and looked at the street, immersed with thoughts and memories "you know, he's your best and my friend too, it will be nice to be the fun trio..It's been a long time since we last hang out as friends. and also...ruggie can tease you better than me, i enjoy seeing him being a pain in the ass for you" you laughed, and not expecting it but leona laughed too

"you're right" leona's eyes softened "ruggie is really...well, don't tell him because if he knew he won't stop bothering me about it..but ruggie means a lot to me, he is one of the first people to actually care for me and he is my first friend.."

you smiled warmly at leona, that's really cute..Seeing Leona in a good mood and expressing himself comfortably means that his mental state has improved greatly, Everything is going well for him.. Maybe Leona annoys you a lot with his constant teasing and the way he talks like a womanizer to you, but honestly when you think about it.. he is doing this because he feels happy and comfortable with you, he is just being himself and it makes you feel...satisfaction

you started to remember how the three of you were the dump fun trio, When Leona suddenly decides to disguise himself and hide his identity as a king and you go with him to do crazy things outside, when Leona and Ruggie fight all the time over trivial things, when you one time - somehow managed to - made them play a game of acting that you are the groom and they are your wives, And the other fun memories you made with them...they are all beautiful days and you really wish they remained as they were, always peaceful, calm and beautiful..

Leona called Ruggie and told him that he would come with you this time, and Ruggie agreed, and with that, you and Leona continued the trip in the car, chatting and recalling your beautiful memories together as a fun trio

"wow.." you looked in boredom at the place in front of you, it's the hot springs..you came here for like 355323 times, it's not enjoyable anymore

you just stared at leona in confusion, raising one eyebrow as if waiting for him to explain what will be special about this visit this time. leona grinned at you and pat your shoulder

"miss herbivore, im pretty sure that you will enjoy a massage in the hot springs by me, won't you?"

"a..what?" you stared in shock at leona for a few moments to process what did he just say..massage?? by him?? in hot springs? does he even know how to massage people?!! you eyes locked on him veiny arms wich you always admired..imagining these arms roaming around your bare skin and messaging you..oh god, It is assumed that the massage will relax your body, but you are sure that you will remain tense while you feel his veins and arteries pulsing on your skin, you will get dizzy by it only

after calculating it entirely in your head, you just pulled leona without saying a word towards the hot springs, ruggie following both of you while he laughed. leona also smirked mockingly at you and looked behind at ruggie, they burst in laughter at the sight of you being a simp and they both know your intentions at this point, you're not even trying to hide that you wanted be massaged by leona so badly

...

"you saw that?" leona said to ruggie as he came out of the dressing room with a bath robe around his body "i didn't expect her to be so eager like this" he smirked, tightening the cotton belt around his waist

"i told you, she is playing hard to get until you offer yourself to her" ruggie talked sarcastically, but noticed the bath robe leona is wearing and he got surprised "oh..you are wearing a bath robe?"

"hm? yeah, why?" he walked with ruggie to the entrance

"i thought you will just wrap a small towel-"

leona smirked once again, a sly smile "no..i know she's expecting to see a very pleasant view of my muscles but i won't give her what she wants, i will make her desperate~"

"you're being a real asshole for that" ruggie laughed, hitting leona on his back as they both walked towards the springs. at this time you were already in the hot water enjoying the bubbles and warmth of it on your flesh, relaxing as you waited to be served properly by leona, until you heard their loud giggling outside the door and you got excited, fixing your position in the water like you're waiting for your big meal to arrive

all your hopes and dreams were smashed entirely once you saw the doors open and leona walked inside with the fucking bath robe instead of showing the bronze pretty skin, only his legs are exposed and a small part of his chest..and the second your eyes met, you knew just by that playful look in his eyes that he's doing this on purpose, leona is just messing around with you and he knows how sexy he is so he won't find a better chance to deny you

you pretended like you didn't even care, and leona's grin just went wider when you ignored him-though knowing that leona won't be deceived by such baby attitude

he approached you, Squatting behind you and swishing his tail around for moments. you didn't look behind, just ignoring his presence, it was til you felt his hands started working on your hair. he began with your hair locks, brushing his fingers through them and giving a head massage gently

leona couldn't just contain himself, he wanted to tease you more than this but he was desperate for his own goals now, the idea of having access to you and touching you because it is a "massage" made him get excited..he wanted to be close to you always, wishing to have you in his arms every night, having your warmth against him..it is not just about his needs, it is about how he want to just hug you, kiss you, nuzzle his head in your neck, being romantic with you with no fear or shame..just sleeping together innocently in the same bed

while you didn't see anything because you're too busy about your pride now, leona was kissing the locks while massaging your head and even got too carried, licking at your hair ends so you don't feel him licking it, smelling your hair like he's intoxicated by it..and the flowers shampoo added to his pleasure, smelling the good aroma from your hair made him melt in the sensation

in the midst of all this, of course ruggie decided to be a brat and make everything on fire, so he splashed the water in your face to get your attention

this caught you of guard and your eyes snapped open, staring at ruggie in confusion. before you could say a word, ruggie put his index at his mouth to shush you, gesturing with his head at leona behind you. you felt your heart skipped a beat, you thought leona was doing something dangerous and ruggie is warning you..but you were even more shocked when you slightly turned your head quickly like you are changing your position, taking a quick look at the pleasant view of the majestic king falling for you, you felt like choking on your own saliva and just stared at ruggie with your eyes bulging in their sockets, trying to find answers to whatever was happening behind you

ruggie was almost crying in laughter, he held back his laugh and grabbed his phone and started recording. you felt your heart dropping to your stomach at this moment..what the fuck does he think he's doing?!!

"ruggie...RUGGIE!!!!"

you tried to splash water on his phone to stop him, but he quickly got out of the water, sitting on a chair away from you both and acted like he's clicking on his phone while he was recording everything

you felt embarrassed, confused, angry, annoyed, you want to blow their faces with a bunch but you just sit like a statue, feeling as leona's fingers made their way to massage your neck and shoulders

you don't understand why leona is going crazy today, but you assumed that it's because of his work made him act weird, it's really out of character for him..you hear the voices in your head screaming for you to stop him, to end this shit and tell leona that he went mad..but deep within you, you couldn't deny the intense desire to just let him do whatever fucking thing he has in mind, feeling like you want to give yourself completely to him..and in the end, the voices won against your brain, and you threw your head back and closed your eyes again..enjoying the feeling

leona maybe got carried away by the whole thing, he was so lost in the sensation of your skin against his palm, he wanted to kiss and lick at your neck too but he held himself back..he doesn't want to go intense. leona was always dreaming about the feeling of your flesh, a man like him who was so immersed in his job and not giving any importance to his feeling and intimate life, after 35 years of being a single miserable king was now experiencing how does it feel to touch a woman in an intimate way..it felt..so good, he doesn't want to stop soon

once leona finished from your neck and shoulders, he stood up, leaving your flesh suddenly cold without the warmth of his fingers. you halfly opened your eyes and it was just enough time for leona to sit in the water in front of you, taking your right leg and putting your ankle on his shoulder

you felt shivers down your spine this time, seeing the handsome face and the veiny arms in front of you, his eyes soft and warm..no more soft and playful, just pure bliss and..love?

you blinked, not believing -and even trying to deny- that leona was not even massaging you, he was just touching your leg and you saw him holding back from going further..you felt the blood vessels in your face almost exploding, you can swear that you can feel your heart beating in your face somehow

but did you question it? no...why would you? this is exactly what you want..you won't stop him. he started squeezing on your feet and leg, tilting his head and making things worse by staring at your eyes deeply, you can feel him almost looking at your soul with those eyes-those lovesick eyes. you are not worried about his intentions right now, so you didn't hesitate in looking back at him and just giving yourself to the mighty king in front of you..

...

you two were like this for..you don't really know you lost track of time and leona touched massaged you so well that you feel tired instead of being active after the session. leona let go of you, not wanting to go further because he already had a plan to do when you two get back to the palace to dance together

"you feel good?" leona finally spoke, gentle and caring tone as he caressed your shoulders one last time. you just nodded, still feeling awkward after what happened knowing damn well that leona noticed how you sigh in bliss everytime he moved closer to your body

"no, use words, y/n" you felt even more awkward after hearing him saying your name without using his stupid usual nicknames

"y-yes..it was good, thank you.." you said shyly, wrapping the towel around your body tighter -because you're too confused to decide what to do now-, but you felt the blood freeze in your veins when you suddenly felt something soft against your neck

leona moved his arm and put it on the hot spring edge behind you, leaning in closer to you and standing up, or pretending to be standing up when he leaned in enough close to you to give a gentle kiss to your neck

he didn't even apologize or try to say something to atleast show that he didn't mean it. on the contrary, He just rose from the water to come out of the spring, giving you a knowing smile and a playful swish of his tail to your face "stand up, we will go back to the palace" he said

he knew it, he know so damn well that you won't protest, and he was so right about it..does it even worry anymore what you two' intentions and feelings are? it's a bliss, pure pleasure to just go intimate so just enjoy it, don't think too much about the pleasure, right?..

...

silence..all leona could do at this moment was leaning against the wall of the dressing room and staring blankly at the floor with his arms crossed, ruggie looking at him in amusement

"the mighty tail is swishing and the royal pupils are dilating, Aren't they?" ruggie teased, poking leona's shoulder and laughing at him "what's wrong with you? you look sooo distracted!"

"dude..." leona said, in amazement and shock somehow "i feel..."

"you feel what?"

"idk like...butterflies in my hands" leona is still shitty explaining how he feels "like..electricity in my fingertips and..oh god..." leona just threw his head back and closed his eyes..touching his lower lip with his thumb and remembering how your neck felt and melting in the sensation "i was fighting the urge to bounce on her..."

"i know, i can even smell it"

leona's ears pircked up, looking at ruggie with half lidded eyes and furrowed eyebrows "the fuck you mean, ruggie???"

"you know what i mean, you're not an idiot" ruggie smirked teasingly at leona and that was enough to make leona take his sandals and running to ruggie to teach him a lesson, ruggie found enough time to run to the door with his fast legs -just thank god for this amazing leg muscles he got from how many times we chased after his life, running away from leona after teasing him like shit- and of course, he successed to run away like usual

The whole way back, you and Leona were completely silent, the atmosphere not particularly tense but...awkward, so awkward, atleast for you, but your gut is telling you that leona was smirking the whole journey, you didn't dare to look at his face because you know what will happen next if you did, you're not ready for that..intimate side? leona always treats you either with respect or like his dude -depends on the situation actually- and this is the first time you see the look of desire in his eyes..he was never like this since you two met 15 years ago. leona, the guy who never tries to even get one woman in his room, why all of a sudden he decided to touch you so professionally that you doubt he brought some woman to his room before

...

"wooaoaoahhh!!!!" you screamed in your pillow as you rolled, kicked, gasped, cried and cursed leona with every single word you know in the dictionary "why..just why?!! that bastard!!!" you buried your head in the pillow again, hiding under the blanket "why..his hands felt so good..his eyes...oh my...i want this man in a way that will trigger the whole feminist community..."

you tried to calm down, taking a deep breath and calculating the whole thing carefully in mind...there's no way leona is just messing around with you, no way he just wants to use you and give you so much hope and make you feel all this for..nothing, leona is obviously hinting at something..something he can't say outloud as you think "just..wtf leona, you want me all of a sudden..no way he just ignored all the noble women around him and fell for me..maybe his brain broke because of his work.." you tried to justify it in your head somehow

"naahh..leona's lineage stops with him, no way. he's just a man man-ing around, what did i expect from him?" you quickly stood up just like you didn't fight the bed 10 seconds ago, walking to your personal bathroom to take a shower and wear the belly dancing outfit

"he wants me to be for his pleasure? i will do the same..i will touch him until i get enough of it"

sorry for stopping here but im planning to put a drawing of leona dancing in part 3 and i will make it long too, so be ready for it leona simps

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My thoughts on the 3rd PV

First, the CG with each kings..

Beelzebub lending his coat to a sleep Bael: This is enough prove to tell me that Beelzebub and Bael's Relationship isn't bad or worse after Beelzebub left Avisos.

Like many others, I assume that Bael hates Beelzebub for leaving Avisos or letting Bael stand in for him as "King" of Avisos. Like I would've assume that Bael resent Beelzebub in a way, but after seeing the Chat feature vid and this CG. I think that even what Beelzebub did, their friendship is still strong.

First appearance of Leviathan in a CG: *HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!!! GODDAMN HE'S SO HOT*

Anyway, yeah. This is the first time we ever see Leviathan in a CG form, because most of the time it's just the Legendary Card artstyle. And judging from the background we are in his castle/palaces. And we can see his coffin in the background.

Seeing Satan in action: Yes!!! I love action stills CG.

All I can say is that, Satan is hot in this CG, and also, Mammon at the right side corner.

Seeing Mammon in action: RIP that Angel

This makes it clear that Hell has day/sun, and Mammon using his signature weapon which is golden fist summoned... Which (I think) that Tartaros have in common.

The Pact marks are on their tongue:

So in the 2nd PV, where Satan is licking MC's finger, it turns out that MC was "Breaking" Solomon's contract with Satan. And now with this new PV. It shows that the kings and the 72 nobles' pact mark on their tongue.

Unknown Character would I aren't sure if their angels or devil:

I chatted with my friends in discord and we assume that she'll either be one of Solomon's wives or failed angelfication.

Devils turning into angels: *I love TF (Transformation scene/art)*

I got to say, wow... That looks painful as fuck!!

And no, the Avisos devil is a lesser devil and not Naberius.

Gabriel leading the attack on hell:

RIP my theory that Satan knocked Gabriel out and dragging him into hell with us after their fight.

Seeing Gabriel with six wings is... well 🥵 "Klein, get your man!!"

Paimon's Sex CG with MC:

If you were like me, you would've think that we are having a threesome with Paimon and another devil, but no it's not.

We are in front of a mirror, and Paimon is behind us, you can tell that the one that is showing Paimon's face is his reflection in the mirror. And the dark shadow in the middle of the CG is MC, cause you can see the purple hair.

Zagan's sex CG with MC: *Oh shit his hot!!!!!*

Okay, what drew me was his quote, he is clearly referring to Solomon, when he said "Him" which hurts me... But again, it's better for the story that most if not all of the devils don't like us, because it makes developing a bond/relationship with them even more sweeter.

Bonus simping... Put me into a chokehold with your arms Sitri!!!

Ppyong can talking!!! and he sound adorable 🥺

Minhyeok's death: (RIP to our Simp)

So this conforms that Minhyeok die and he is the "Plot device" of MC's story.

Gabriel just comes out of the PC:

Just... Why XD

And that's it, I'm happy with this summary of the Prolog and story for... the first few chapters.

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Omg could you possibly write about Wally finding Dick and his S/O on tiktok and showing it to the other members of the team?

Simping Hours

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The Titans find Dick’s TikTok and are both intrigued and disgusted.

Warnings: fluff, Dick is a goddamn simp, swearing

WC: 822

Minors DNI

It was surprising that they hadn’t found it earlier, especially considering the sheer amount of surveillance technology in the Titans Tower alone. And as soon as Dick walked into the main meeting room and was met with 10 pairs of eyes, each in various stages of grief except for Wally who looked like he was about to combust with laughter, Dick knew that they knew.

“I will field one minute for questions.” He stated simply, placing his tablet at the end of the conference table and bracing his hands on the glass. The room exploded into a fit of questions but Wally was most definitely the loudest.

“How in the ever loving fuck, did she convince the great Nightwing, leader of the Teen Titans, Batman’s legacy, and the first Robin to make a TikTok page where he pretends to fawn over her?” 

“Pretend to fawn over my very lovely, super sexy, kindest in the world, most incredible girlfriend ever?” Dick was deeply offended on your behalf, especially since the page was his idea in the first place.

——————

Like the start of most Saturdays, Dick was laying on top of you, half of his face squished into your, as he put it, ‘absolutely voluptuous’ chest, as he scrolled through TikTok. Having been trapped under him, you watched him watch videos, a very entertaining pastime. Your fingers carded through his silky hair, still damp from his morning shower.

Haley was on your left side, cold snout pressed into your shoulder as she slept in the crook of your arm. “You know, you could be a TikTok star.” His voice was gravely, still laced with sleep. His chin propped up against your sternum, letting you look into this big blues you loved so much.

“Could I now?” You teased, moving your hand from his hair to his jaw. He nuzzled into your touch much like Haley did.

“Yeah, ’s cause you’re so pretty. People would watch anything you do.” 

“I could say the same thing about you, handsome.” He smiled dopey at you. Suddenly, his face lit up and his eyes sparkled with an idea.

“We should do it!”

“Do what?”

With a dramatic sigh, like he was aggravated at you, Dick rolled away and like a true gymnast, sprung to his feet. “Make a couple’s TikTok page obviously!”

Carefully sitting up without disturbing your still sleeping puppy, you eyed your boyfriend. “Yes obviously.” He pointed a finger at you.

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm from you.” Quickly, he grabbed your hand and yanked you up, causing you to stumble and fall into his hard chest with a grunt. But there was no slowing him down, without missing a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and scooped up his phone with his other hand. 

You bounced with each step he took, giggles being forced from your lungs as your limp body jerked against him. “D-i-i-i-ck!” You cried out but it did no more than spur him on even more.

“H-o-o-o-ney!” He retorted, deliberately jumping up and down to force more laughter from your already spent lungs as he entered the small living room of your apartment. “Now!” He threw you, well more like carefully placed you down with a sloppy kiss to your cheek, onto the couch. “Let’s get this party started!”

——————

There were hundreds of videos on the page, ranging from Dick watching you put on makeup with literal heart eyes, to him cataloging a surprise trip for your anniversary. There was even one video, that admittedly was his favourite, where you and Haley wore matching Christmas sweaters and then gifted him with his own. He may or may not have cried a little bit when that happened.

Dick’s gaze scanned over his team before he met Wally’s eyes. “The page was my idea, I thought it was cute. And according to our 2 million followers, the world also thinks we’re cute.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“But-but why?” It was Konner that spoke up then, his face still twisted with an expression of confusion and disbelief.

But Dick didn’t have a chance to answer before Kori took the opportunity to speak. “I believe it is a way for the two of them to share their love that they have for each other with the world. And I agree, they are quite… adorable.” Nightwing gave the princess a kind smile.

“Exactly, and we have a lot of fun doing it. Aaaaand, that’s minute over so can we please get back to work?” There was a brief shout of rebuttal but it was quickly silenced by Kaldur'ahm clapping a palm over Wally’s mouth and with a nod to Dick, the meeting continued.

But as the meeting came to an end and everyone was slowly filtering out, Dick happened a glance at his phone and his heart stopped.

Jaybird - I just found something very interesting on TikTok.

Well, fuck.

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🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride From the Recess Class!🏳️‍🌈

Akuma Class

Science Kids

Austin A: Legally Blonde, but Gayer

Gender nonconforming, who has time to narrow down pronouns?

Does everyone’s makeup before Pride with Kendra and Victoria

Dyes his hair pink

Gives free haircuts, paints peoples’ nails, and dyes hair using spray-on dye

They just want everyone to look fabulous, is that so wrong?!

Dresses in only flag colors

Uses his mom’s credit card to buy binders for people

This is the only time of year he makes people simp. Not the other way around

And they are going to use it to their advantage

Dresses her chinchillas in drag

They. Look. Gorgeous.

He somehow escapes the Glitter Wars unscathed

Todrick Hall is her anthem

Austin B: Gaymer Gurl

AroAce and He/Him

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

He wanders off a lot, and it terrifies his boyfriends best friends

Brings Elizabeth III to every pride and dresses her in only the finest fashions

He buys her all sorts of pride-themed cat toys because she’s worth it

When people ask him on a date, Elizabeth III hisses at them

Casually getting adopted by drag queens after he casually tells them about his home situation

He’s granted entry to any drag house when he wants to get away from his “parents”. He’s got six moms now, and he will steal jewelry for them

He met a little girl with yellow eyes like him and she hugged him

All of Marceline’s songs are his anthems

Austin Q: Secret Mom Friend with Mommy Issues

Questioning & He/?

Tempted to put a leash on everyone

Especially Austin B because he won’t stop wandering off!

Austin Q: WHERE ARE MY BABIES?! Have you seen a little bitch in yellow glitter pants?! He’s a little ho, but I love him!

He supplies the snacks Austin T doesn’t make. He’s the main apple slice supplier

He also makes sure to bring apple juice. He just likes apples. “They’re good for you, Armsy!”

Cosplays as every redhead character- Penn Zero, Vicky, Melissa Chase, Mary Test, Black Widow, and more

He joins the muscle-flexing contests and wins a couple

Can carry Austin A, B, and T on his shoulders

Once again, everyone thinks the four of them are a poly couple

Austin Quinlan, Protector of Lesbians, Wielder of the Sapphic Sword, Kicker of Protesters’ Balls

Knows how to do a badass rainbow kick

Austin T: OUT OF THE WAY! I AM VERY GAY!

Gay & He/Him

Bakes all sorts of pastries for everyone and it’s pretty much the one thing everyone looks forward to

Seriously, this boy brings like twenty containers full of cupcakes, cookies, and pancakes (For the pansexuals, of course)

Not even protesters are immune to his cupcakes. But because he’s petty, they only get plain vanilla with no toppings

That’s how disappointed he is in them. Now they feel as though they’ve disrespected every deity

The drag queens, dykes on bikes, and just lesbians in general will kill for this baby

Casually name drops his parents any time a protester screams in his face

He and Jean reenact scenes from Phantom of the Opera

DJ threw a glitter bomb at him, and no one was safe

Wears Huggycake like a boa because she loves all the people, and she scares off homophobes

He met other reptile queers and now they’re having brunch

Lotta Jameson: Kick Buttowski, Queer Daredevil

Aromantic and She/Her

Gerard tinkered with her Vespa, and now rainbow glitter shoots out the pipes

Do NOT give her sugar. Seriously

She somehow sneaks onto floats

Austin Q: Lotta! Get down from there!/ Lotta: Be gay, do crimes!

Brings a baseball bat in case of transphobes

She has a shirt that says so

She did a bike jump over the protesters and dropped bags of glitter on them

Now she’s getting called Amelia Earhart by literally everyone

She got the aviator goggles and they’re pretty sure Amelia is a queer icon… Also, she sometimes goes missing in the crowd. She’s so short!

Austin Q: WHERE’S MY OTHER BABY?! SHE’S THE LITTLE GINGER BITCH IN GOGGLES!/ Lotta: Do you call all your babies bitches?

Kendra Anne Gunderson: Casually Spider-Man Kisses People… With Consent

Polyromantic and She/Her

Kendra is a bit of an icon

Known by all as “Hand-Stand Girl” because she walked only on her hands for the entire event

She has two drag queen uncles and her cousin is a beauty influencer in the queer community

Every time Kendra breathes, a lesbian meets her perfect match

Her eyeliner is on point

DJ lowers her down from buildings so that she can kiss pretty people… With consent, of course

Those two are always getting into some sort of trouble

They spray painted some transphobe’s car and put an egg in the slightly open trunk. It stunk up the car for days

When she’s not pranking protesters, she’s on the mom friend squad with Austin Q and keeping Austin B from wandering off

DJ Detweiler: The Drag Jester

Genderfluid, Bisexual, and He/She

Owns an assortment of pun shirts for every sexuality. No one knows how they come up with them

DJ: I came out to my dad./ Mason: DJ, NO!/ DJ: He told animal control he had a bison in his house!

Always accused of starting the Glitter Wars. She ain’t denying anything

As the name implies, he’s gonna prank the protesters and TERFs

So far, he got a TERF to sit on a whoopie cushion, tricked some dick trying to force himself on an Ace girl into kissing a frog, and made some homophobe think his foot went missing

Heads to drag clubs to do standup, and is probably gonna get a Netflix show when she gets older

DJ: Do you know the difference between a government bond and a homophobe? The bond matures.

Now he’s booked for seven shows throughout the month

He’s got a laugh like Sardonyx that makes people (Especially Mason) simp

Any time DJ laughs, a trans boy gets his soup

Austin Spinelli: Sneaking Out in Ballet Flats

Achillean and He/Him

Casually flirts with any guy he comes across

And he lays the Italian accent on THICK

Dresses in pinstripe suits and says he’s the boss of the Velvet Mafia

When he’s not in suits, he’s dressed in his ballet gear and doing ribbon dances

His splits are flawless

Any time Spinelli does a pirouette, a trans girl gets her wings

Any time Spinelli does a pirouette, a transphobe gets punched

When he’s got the time, and he always does, he does chalk art with the kids, and creates a literal mural

He’s always got time

The organizers loved his work so much, they commissioned a mural for a youth center

Knits beanies for everyone

Gia Griswald: You Ask, I’ll Tell

MtF Trans and She/Her

Her dad went with her to her first pride, and none of the protesters wanted to mess with the six foot tall military general war hero

Gets into flexing contests

Wears rainbow camouflage to every event

If she sees a scuff on your combat boots, she’s gonna clean them

Helped Gerard write his queer history book

In a club with other queer history buffs and they reenact iconic poses from history, but make them gay

She attended a military funeral with her dad during June, and the soldier being burried was a lesbian

Immediately, a bunch of freaks who probably stalked them went to protest. Gia flipped some bastard over her shoulder

Roger Raincomprix, the arriving officer, didn’t see a thing

She eats a crap ton of marshmallows

Victoria LaSalle: Queers on Wheels

Asexual, Bigender, and He/They/She

Decorates her wheelchair with all sorts of pride stickers

Rocks it every year in a crop top

Starts every glitter bomb fight. No one ever sees them coming

She’s just… She’s a goddex

Everyone wants to get a selfie with him. That’s how gorgeous he is

Out of everyone’s leagues

Teaches kids in wheelchairs how to pop a wheelie

Likes to answers kids’ questions

Kid: Are you a robot?/ Victoria: … Yes. Yes, I am.

Only Gerard has the privilege of sitting in his lap as he cruises through the crowd

Gerard Grundler: The Gay Genius

FtM Trans, Pan, Polyamorous, He/Him

He’s written a mini-pride history book with Gia. They got publishers lining up and everything!

Everyone is just so pretty

He bails during the Glitter Wars and takes cover in a coffee shop

Victoria’s gotta keep him from wandering off and possibly joining a cult because the members are pretty

Probably hacked into the medical system so people can have better access to hormones

Faints any time he sees Victoria in a crop top

Dresses in a lot of pride flag sweater vests no matter how hot it is

Victoria: Gerard, it’s ninety-/ Gerard: SWEATER VESTS RULE!

He builds robots to wave pride flags in sync

He and Rochelle protect the bugs

Mindy Blumberg: Opera is Gay as Fuck

Demigirl, Panromantic, They/She

Sings “Rainbow Connection” in an operatic fashion, and leaves everyone in tears

Carries Gia on her shoulders

She carries everyone on her shoulders, but mostly Gia

Will act as a human shield during the Glitter Wars because that’s how much she cares.

But the second Austin T gets his hands on a glitter bomb, she’s out

Hayley Kiyoko is her anthem

If you ask, they’ll hug you

Mindy gives amazing hugs

Everyone will die for this girl

Also, she’s weirdly poetic. It makes everyone wanna listen to her for hours

Is a pacifist, but she’ll give it to you straight if you mess with her friends

Rochelle Weems: That one person at pride who takes pictures of the protesters screaming at queer kids and posts them online for everyone to see

Demigirl, Polysexual, Ze/Zir

Brings zir Polaroid to make a scrapbook and blackmail protesters

Ze’s a rat, but a good kind of rat. The kind who makes sure homophobes and transphobes don’t get away with yelling at queer kids

Was self conscious about zir back brace until ze saw a drag king wearing a bedazzled one

Was roped into letting Austin A, Victoria and Kendra do zir makeup

Ze looked gorgeous!

Ze and Austin B share the good gossip with drag queens

In exchange, they get tickets to shows

Will kill for Austin T’s cookies

Just don’t let zir have too much sugar, otherwise ze will go crazy and start a cult based on cookies where everyone wears Cookie Monster bathrobes

It’s happened once before, and now ze’s under surveillance

Protects the bugs from getting stepped on and then places them in protesters’ hair

Ze saw this one guy about to take a swing at a lesbian, and promptly kicked him in the balls

Now ze’s got twelve new numbers in zir phone

Mason Ewing: The Most Organized Person At Pride

Bigender, Asexual, He/She

Brings a binder filled with horrific facts about conversion therapy to throw in the faces of protesters

Will talk the ear off of any protester about why they’re wrong about everything until they just walk away

Gets carried by DJ on her shoulders

Somehow knows where everyone is at all times

He teaches Rochelle how to walk in pumps and ze teaches him how to steal thirty candy bars

Brings sarcastic coffee thermoses

Paid Gerard to make her coffee maker battery operated, and now she brings it everywhere

She just pins an asexual flag pin on her tie and calls it a day. Though, if DJ asks, she will wear a pun shirt

DJ is the only one who knows how to make her laugh, and Spinelli’s taking bets on who will ask who out first

Beck King: Cosplays As Frida Kahlo

Nonbinary, Achillean, They/Them

The responsible chaperone when M. Grotke’s out of commission

Dyes their unibrow rainbow

Silently flirts with guys using eyebrow language

Cosplays as Clone High Frida Kahlo and the original Frida Kahlo. They just like Frida

Just casually flexing their muscles in front of hot guys, nothing going on there

Then the hot guys write their phone numbers on their hockey stick

Spinelli’s mentor in ‘The Way of the Achillean’

He makes crowns for kids

Any time a protester tries to attack them, they just suddenly disappear

People swear they’ve see men in black drag protesters away from Beck

Seriously, it’s like this guy’s got a whole security detail!

Alonzo Grotke: I Went to the First Pride, and All I Got Was This Brick

FtM Trans, Gay, He/Him

A well seasoned gay

Has a shirt that says “Papa Gay”

He’s total DILF getting hit on by every silver fox. He ain’t complaining, and they sure ain’t complaining when they get a look at his abs with that crop top

Seriously, this guy is ripped

The parade paused when one of the floats got a flat, and he just… He just made a whole bunch of guys simp by changing a tire, that’s all they’ll say

He’s the one keeping people at gay bars from getting roofied by creeps

Teaches meditation at the youth center

He gets hit on by the single dads, A LOT

Back in the day, he stole a police motorcycle and painted it rainbow. He passes out autographed copies of his mugshot because it’s such a good photo

His kids went to spy on his date with M. Monlataing and he pretended he didn’t notice

He passes mini water bottles to protesters since it’s ninety degrees out and he doesn’t want them dying of thirst despite everything

But, he does it with this smirk like, “Looks like I’m the bigger person here, losers. Namaste.”

[cherrymf15]

My thought on Thunderhead which fucked me up, and I would like a lawyer to sue

There will be a ton of spoilers so don't read if you wanna avoid them!

the world building was again just incredible

just scratches something in my brain

My edgey boi Rowan be murdering scythes and I'm so proud

Just straight up abandoned his dad (Faraday) to do it

He is also still a massive simp and we love him for it

Citra really risking everything just to see him for 5 mins though please, also a massive fucking simp

Faraday really showed up and instantly was not like "im not mad just dissapointed" over Rowan MURDERING PEOPLE. I love them please

The thunderhead sections were fucking great and it was nice to see the thoughts of the AI that has to put up with our shit

Greyson is baby

Tyger is DUMB bitch (affectionate)

Curie is Citra's Mum and we love that

the thunderhead really did say fuck you greyson concerning what happened

Also Greyson sweetie we shouldn't be falling for people who have no issuing killing people regardless of how alluring and fascinating they are

CITRA WAS SO FUCKING MAD THAT GREYSON WASNT ROWAN

I FUCKING CACKLED LIKE GIRL THE FUCK

the increased level of the tonists in the book was also really fasicinating and stuff, not by much but im excited to see more in the 3rd book as well

Rand falling in love with TYGER OF ALL PEOPLE(?) was not on my bingo card for this series but I'll take it

Then proceeds to murder him anyway. You DUMB FUCK

Goddard as always can suck my non existent dick and choke on it

the way he came back was horrifying

i literally felt sick

it was so cool

grandslayers were fucking epic

and gone too soon

Citra and Rowan are obsessed with each other

and you can pry that point from my cold dead fucking hands

THE THUNDERHEAD SCREAMING IN ITS OWN WAY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED WAS NOT FINE MY GOOD SIR FUCK YOU

also Thunderhead really just said "FUCK HUMANITY apart from Greyson as he is my son and I love him more"

maries sacrificing herself and saving them both despite her thoughts of rowan was pain

Faraday not knowing marie is dead

fuck

Rowan saying citra looked like a godess as THEY WERE ABOUT TO DIE

LIKE

SIR THERE IS A TIME AND PLACE AND IT IS NOT THE NOW

and then just abandoning us with my children at the BOTTOM OF THE FUCKING OCEAN

MARIE DEAD

GRANDSALYERS DEAD

FARADAY NOT KNOWING SHIT CAUSE HES OFF TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD

fuck you neal my not so good sir

In conclusion, a cliffhanger has not fucked me up this hard since Mark of Athena (fuck you uncle Rick), and I would like to simultaneously sue and pick this man's brain to see where he can find the fucking audacity to do this to us

also theres definetley more but ive already read the toll and im trying not to mix events in my brain so yeah

[goldeneyedgirl]

Sonya! (Imagine, for a moment, that Tumblr Staff actually fixed the bug that means I have to screenshot and tag you @sonyawix for replies.) I missed you!

Jasper's just there realising that a couple of decades of training and practice with the Cullens was no match for a tiny teenage girl who looks at him like he's the second coming. She did more for his self-esteem in one night than anyone has done for him since he was human.

Jasper's softer in STL and his trauma has already been sorted, organised, and filed in his mental storage unit so he just has to simp over worry about Mary-Alice. Mary-Alice has the trauma conga-line but it gets pretty soft for both of them starting next chapter.

But it's why Jasper chapters are usually easier to write.

And listen, we all switch hyperfixations. I read a whole bunch of MCU fics that had Correct Vibes but Incorrect Takes, and beautililies had to stop me from writing MCU fic before I worked on Jalice fics. Also the idea I am carrying 70% of your Jalice experience is fucking wild. What do you want? I feel like I need to give you something because 2024 was not my most active year ever.

My little Mabel has recovered from the infections she had well, but decided to keep things interesting and acquired an ear infection which has since been upgraded to a double ear infection because what's more fun than a lot of credit card debt? Even more credit card debt! She is why I can only stare longing at Coach bags and not own fun stuff like that.

And honestly, I join you in solidarity that my sister and father are also Shitty Fucking People. Sometimes, people are rancid, and we just need to salute their bullshit and carry on our merry way.

It is law that if you bring up Anathema, I post something. I picked this scene WIP because Alice being a dramatic teenage girl is somehow so funny in my head? I can't wait to get to a scene where she's dramatic in front of Jasper and he's just "...you're adorable, you know that right?" And she's like, "absolutely not."

But for now, Alice makes a small scene.

“This is to never get back to the Clearwaters,” I could hear Freddie saying to Charlie Swan in a low voice. “Any of them. I trust you, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed. “Fred, I’ve known you a long time, and I don’t like this at all. What is so important you have to meet with them alone, without Sue and Billy knowing?"

Silence, and I was tempted to creep up the hallway to be able to hear better.

“… This is about Alice and her well-being. If… I have reason to believe that if Sue, Harry, and Billy knew more about Alice’s … health and genetic make-up, they would be deeply unhappy."

That was most likely an understatement. I had a feeling that if Sue found out that I was biologically half-vampire, I would be persona-non-grata in the Clearwater household. There was a fifty-percent chance that Harry would hunt me for sport, honestly. His aim with a shotgun was second-to-none.

//

Dr Cullen had brought his wife, and there was something almost funny seeing them in our home - they were both dressed in very stiff, fancy clothing, standing in the entrance looking awkward. I was in the kitchen finishing the washing up in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt; both Freddie and Charlie were still wearing work clothing.

The apartment was still mostly in the late 60s style from when it was built. Lots of brown and yellow. Freddie always intended to renovate, but we never seemed to get around to it - moving all the books would take us days, and we’d have to stay downstairs. It was cozy up here, and if we made any changes, it would be to clean out the third floor.

“Hello Alice.” Mrs Cullen smiled so warmly at me, but I felt oddly shy, offering a little wave as I put plates back into the cupboard.

“Turn on the coffee maker, love, before you go,” Freddie said, and I got the message that this wasn’t going to be a meeting I was included in. I wasn’t upset about that; somehow Dr and Mrs Cullen were far and away more intimidating than Jasper was. Somehow the golden eyes and the pale skin that looked so right on him made me nervous around them.

Thankfully, Dulcie was having dinner with her brother’s family tonight. It meant we could have this meeting at home and she’d probably bring home left-over dessert. Hopefully that really good blueberry donut thing that Mrs Stanley usually made for Dulcie’s birthday.

It also meant that whilst I had been told I wouldn’t be joining in on the meeting today, there was no one in the house that would check to make sure I was wearing headphones and watching movies on my laptop instead of eavesdropping for all I was worth. And in my defence, I had to know what Freddie was telling everyone so I didn’t mess up the story later on. It was just planning ahead.

//

“He can read minds?” I shrieked, giving myself away instantly.

Charlie Swan swore, sloshing his coffee in surprise, as the rest of them spun around to look at me in the hallway.

“Alice,” Freddie groaned but I didn’t care that I would be doing extra cleaning this week or whatever as punishment.

A girl’s mind is private. There are things happening up there that die with me, okay?

Things like me contemplating the logistics of having sex on a gurney now that I’d met Jasper and realised he was a foot and a half taller than me, and probably 100lb heavier.

Or the fact that whilst my visions hadn’t been instructional, so to speak, they had given me a certain amount of reference material to reflect on. I might never have been a Girl Scout, but I do like to be prepared.

And the idea that one of the Cullens could mind-read and had probably told the entire family that a good fifty-percent of my brain power was solely dedicated to what I had seen of Jasper’s body in my vision at any time was… not ideal. Not at all how I planned to integrate myself into their lives. I was aiming for lovable future daughter-in-law, not mouth-breathing creeper.

“Edward considers the contents of everyone’s mind private, unless harm would result in keeping it secret,” Mrs Cullen quickly reassured me. Please. I had seen Leah and Seth together; I knew what siblings were like. There was no way in hell that Jasper hadn't been informed that I had absolutely noticed he was ripped when he helped me up.

“I’m taking a lot of emotional damage learning this,” I said slightly hysterically. “Can he hear everything?”

“Only when he’s present.” Was Dr Cullen laughing at me? He looked amused.

“Alice,” Freddie sounded tired. “There are brownies in the downstairs freezer if you want some dessert.”

Huh. It was bad if Freddie was bribing me with the catering supplies.

“That would help,” I said, trying to walk through the kitchen to get a knife with some kind of dignity. “You understand why I would be uncomfortable with a teenage boy reading my mind, right?”

“I think we’re all on the same page about that,” Charlie said. He didn’t look amused.

"Alice, I really don't think there's anything in your head that Edward Cullen would worry about," Freddie said, obviously trying to sound comforting and mostly made me want to slam my head against a wall.

"I've had unmonitored access to the internet since I was eleven and no boyfriend! Or girlfriend! There's plenty up there I don't want Jasper's brother knowing!" I snatched up the cake knife and looked over to see Freddie looking like he needed a drink, Charlie Swan looking the most uncomfortable I had ever seen him - and that included the ass-injury incident - and Mrs Cullen trying very unsuccessfully not to laugh at me.

"And now I've made it worse. I'm calling Cynthia!"

It's not the fact that my father was a vampire that makes me a freak. I manage to do that all by myself.

[breeding-bull-shuichi-saihara]

Shuichi,what do you think about our dear BBL addicted shorstack queen Hiyoko?

What do I think about our favorite addicted short stack? Hiyoko? Whenever people think about her, they associate her with taking care of animals or stepping on the ants at the farm, or she comes out of her way to bully Mikan and call her a pig for having a much more phat backside than hers. However, I do not think of her for such a thing. Because I believe she needed correction. Despite her being a healthy dancer .. her phat Brazilian butt makes most of her figure by 70%. Her butt is twice bigger than her whole body. Honestly, now I like her more for becoming addicted. It might not look like it, but she likes it; no, she is fantasizing, and she gets wet with the thought of a man giving her the most brutal slap on her Brazilian asscheeks leaving a hot, bright handprint for to feel all day;

She is also a hypocrite for calling Mikan a masochist who craves to be on Mikan but with fewer apologies. But when no one is giving her the attention she wanted. She underwent such hard training to have the best-looking Brazilian butt in the academy. You can call this <my intuition as a detective>, and the reason she has become addicted is that I always find an excuse for groping and pressing my gigantic meat against it. Despite her being a short queen, she craves somebody violating her and treating her like a woman, giving her a lot of attention when nobody does with her. And if they do, they're not brave enough to take action, which angers her. I, however, would let her put her Lift Brazilian Butt to good use. Or no more attention from Shuichi. She found my boldness attractive other than being rude. I think she grinned at my response

And so her fate was sealed, and my attention wasn't the only thing she'd get addicted to inside the farm, just the two of us. She was understandable and cautious. She wanted to know what I saw in her when most people didn't. That's when I realized she wanted to be honest with someone. Other than that, she felt relieved to receive more attention. So I wanted us to be close. <That's just the tip of the iceberg> Overall, after everything, she liked visiting me more often. She told me she used to perform a traditional dance in front of a lot of people and mostly older men, but now she wouldn't mind doing it again in front of someone youthful without feeling weird or disgusted around her simps with her lift-up butt being exposed;

Shuichi let things go smoothly and wants to see what kind of art Hiyoko intends to express, the deafening silence became good music, the closer I was near her while she is dancing, the more she looked at my hands, hoping I can touch her body further and feel her more without fear. "So, Shuichi.. you haven't answered me yet; what do you see in me that most people don't..??" she questioned me while closely swaying her hips near me, and then I replied, "You're pretty and beautiful, Hiyoko. Just don't let me tell you any different. " "What else?" She asked, and the sexual tension got stronger and stronger, and so did my urge to breed got the best of me .. and so I wasted no time holding her while inviting her to be used like a cockwarmer. She deserved to feel like a woman, and so she got dicked down hard, and she soon became addicted to my presence. No holes are left unused; I have never seen her this happy and relieved that she won't be alone again. We could say, I was the one who took her V-card away even though I liked her purity more. Let's say I became her crush that night.

And so, the few weeks passed, her growth spurt struck her. She had more cup sizes on her chest, and her Brazilian butt became twice bigger. She took things to the next level. I honestly didn't expect her to become overly developed. She wanted to reward me using her body, where sex became even more meaningful. She became the top after some time. And so the breeding continued. We let nature take its course. So I have to say, this Shortstacked addicted queen became a whole woman after some nights I have spent with her. I would say I like her. She's so good for long-term relationships. And she couldn't wait to get curvier and heavier, and my semen is good for the hormones. Hiyoko is the most romantic out of all the girls if she is explored right. And she tends to make out the longest

[delacyrose224]

Strawberry Swing

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Valentine's Day fluff

Word Count: .8k

Author's Note: I think this is the fastest I have ever put a fic together, and I am blaming it on Bang Chan brainrot. That's all. Oh, and the song of the day is Strawberry Swing by Coldplay!

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You pause, fingers clasped into a fist in front of the door. This was a good idea, right? Bringing Chan food…because it was late…because he’d been working…because it’s Valentine’s Day. Right?

You’d gone back and forth on the whole thing all day. Chan hadn’t told you happy valentine’s day, though you’d texted off and on for hours. It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. We’ve only been dating a few months. Don’t look too much into it. Maybe he thinks it’s over-commercialized. Maybe he thinks it’s stupid. Maybe he hates the color pink?

Before you can get even more lost in your train of thought, the door in front of you swings open to reveal your boyfriend’s shocked face.

“What’re you doing here? It’s so late!” Chan’s face scrunches in worry looking you over.

You’re so surprised, all you can manage is holding the takeout in your hand towards him. He takes it gently from you, peeking inside.

“For me?” You nod dumbly. “Come in, come in!” He reaches around to the small of your back, guiding you inside his studio.

As you sit on the couch in the far corner of the room, you fidget with your hands. “Is this okay?” you ask.

“Is what okay? Bringing me food? Always.” A small smile dances across his lips as he looks at you fondly. You breathe a sigh of relief and grin.

“How long were you out there?” he asks. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“I don’t think you want to know. Or maybe I’m just keeping an air of mystery about me.”

“Do I still make you that nervous, babe?” Chan throws an overexaggerated wink your way, then barely dodges the pillow you throw at his head. “Hey!”

“You deserved that,” you chide.

“Okay, fine, fine. I’m glad you came by…I missed you.” He stands up, moving across the room to land a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“...what a simp.” It’s your turn to dodge as he dives onto the cushion beside you, grabbing the throw pillow and aiming for your side.

“Okay, okay! I surrender!” You throw your hands over your head, and Chan uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and draws you into his chest.

“That’s what I thought, menace.” He leans down, dropping a kiss on the side of your neck and you grow warm at the show of affection.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, your eyes eventually starting to droop because of how late it is. 

“Hey, I thought you came to spend time with me!” Chan pouts, rubbing circles on your arm. “I haven’t even given you your gift yet.” 

“Hmm?” you murmur, still half asleep.

The hand that’s not wrapped around you fumbles beside the couch for a moment, until an envelope appears in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Open and you’ll see,” Chan laughs. You sit up on the couch and open the pink envelope to see a card, handmade from the looks of it. There’s hearts drawn everywhere, filled in with silver glitter, and in the middle, a stick drawing of a man and a dog. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you as you flip to the inside, where Chan has written a message.

To My Valentine,

I am so very lucky to have met you. Though I haven’t known you for long, every moment we’ve spent together has been precious. You make every day brighter, and I can’t wait to spend many more months together. Gray or blue skies, we’ll face them together.

P.S. I love you Berry much!

Your face burns as you read the last sentence...you hadn’t told each other ‘I love you’ yet.

“Chan, did you make this?” 

“Yeah…I mean, it was Hyunjin’s idea to make you something, he said it would be more heartfelt and meaningful…but I made the thing! I got glitter everywhere.”

He shoves his hands in front of you, and sure enough, there’s specks of silver glitter that catch the light.

“You mean to tell me…you just were cuddling with me…with glitter on you?” He nods. “Which means it’s now on me. Which means it’s never coming off.”

“Um…I just wanted to give you a physical representation of how much I love you?” he offers.

“You love me?” Chan’s ears go pink at your question, but he nods firmly.

“I do love you. Berry much, as the card says. Get it? I drew Berry on the front!” He points at the front of the card, a huge grin on his face showing just how proud he is of his pun.

“Well, I guess we’re even…because I love you so matcha too.” 

Chan groans at your joke, but can’t help laughing as well as he pulls you back toward him, locking your lips together in a kiss.

“...guess we’re a perfect pear.”

“CHAN!”

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[theyanderespecialist]

Do not Avoid Bright's Love (SCP Foundation) Yandere Dr. Jack Bright X GN Reader

#Yandere #YandereJackBright #YandereSCP #YandereSCPFoundation #YandereScenario #Scenario #JackBright #JackBrightXReader #Reader #SCP #SCPFounfation 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter, AT LAST! This is a request from Tumblr, and it is time I do it! So let's do this! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: We do not support Admin Bright, the original creator of Jack bright. That being said, I will not be doing the character they made to replace Jack Bright. As the character, Jack Bright is not just Admin Bright's Self Insert anymore, but his own character. More people have put time and effort into creating The Jack Bright Character. So in my stories and videos and such, Jack Bright will remain the same. But yes, Admin Bright is shit.)

(Disclaimer 2: Jack Bright is not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine, but do nothing illegal or gross. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Though they are hot!)

(No One's POV)

(Name) had a few things of theirs go missing in the last couple of months. At first, it was things that they did not even notice or miss. Recently though, bigger and more noticeable things have gone missing. They did not know where these things were going. That was until they saw something sticking out of Dr. Bright's Pocket. It was one of their custom underwear! Or at least they thought that was what it was. They had to be sure. So they waited until Dr. Bright was in a meeting. Heading to Dr. Bright's private room. They used the spare card they had stole from Bright's desk. They knew that they could get into some serious trouble here.

Dr. Jack Bright is the site director, and (Name) was just an everyday researcher. Not to mention, the Bright name had WAY more power than their name. Once in the room, they began to look around, putting on a pair of gloves. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, though it seems Jack is a bit of a messy man. Clothes on the floor, papers on the table. Nothing was in the main room. So They head deeper into the area and open up his bedroom. Even more clothes on the floor. This was a waste of time. Nothing is here... Wait...

They picked up a brightly colored pair of underwear and saw it was the custom brand. The one that went missing. It had been brand new, but now it had cum on it. Dry and flaky cum. (Name) gags at it and lets it drop to the floor. Did Jack Bright steal their underwear to jerk off? They had to figure out more. They look through more, finding everything they knew that went missing and more! They're starting to freak out by this, and then they find his journal. They began to read it.

'I passed them into the hall today, my sweet (Name). They smelled so sweet I will have to take the (Perfume) they use. I put it on my pillow, so when I hold it, it smells like them. Their underwear is good, but the new ones did not smell like them. I will have to take it from their laundry next time. Smell their scent while I jerk off into their underwear. God, just the idea is making me excited again.'

(Name) continue to read, uncomfortable.

'I am getting closer to making them mine, and it won't be long now. Then I can make them mine if they do not accept my love? Well, I am sure I can them do what I want. After all, their job and life will be on the line. Just have to tell them how I feel and show them we are meant to be. Then they will love me.'

They close the book and put it back, and they have to get out. They have to. They also have to stay clear of Jack Bright no matter what!

-Time Skip, Brought to You By Jack stealing your underwear and using it to ...please... himself-

(Jack Bright's POV)

It has been a month, and my (Name) has been avoiding me. I did not know what had happened. So I have to look into it. To see why they are avoiding me so suddenly. I decided to start with the cameras. To see what happened in the last month. Something must have changed. It took a while to find anything, but then I found it. They had sneaked into my quarters. They... They must have seen my collection. It all made sense now. They must know I want them... But they did not return my feelings. Instead are hiding from me... Staying away from me and our love.

This will not do. I will have to do drastic measures until they learn to love me. I wait until it is night, having blacked out the cameras. So no one would know what I did. I break into his dorm. I pull the syringe from my pocket. My grin winded on my face. They look so cute sleeping. Like a beautiful sleeping beauty~

I staddled their waist and stroked my hand against their face. They slowly start to wake up, and their eyes widen... Then they are about to scream, but I cover their mouth.

"Shhhhhhhh~" I pure. "Please, Darling, be a good little one~ I do not want to hurt you~ Not like this anyways. I want to hurt you in a more consensual way."

Their eyes widen in horror.

"You did not accept my love," I say. "Do not worry though... I will make you love me~ You see this?"

Their eyes go to the syringe of glowing liquid.

"You see, it will make you immortal, so you and I can live together forever and ever," I tell them. "Now be a good little one, and don't scream~!" '

I jammed it into their neck, pushing the plunger down. Then kissing them as they scream. Oh, they taste even better than I can imagine ~ I kiss them deeply as the serum rushes into their veins. I have them now, and they are all mine~ (Name's) all mine. Forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS my first reader request in forever, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[dootznbootz]

I plan for Penelope and Helen to be little shits but it's in different ways.

Their husbands' differences are pretty clear in how while they're both badass simps, one is feral and one says his please and thank you's.

But for Helen and Penelope, it's a little more complicated. Kind of was looking at silly memes and textposts once more to have fun and "point out who's who" but realized I thought of both Penelope AND Helen for the same one often. And I was thinking "Why is that?" as I KNOW I plan for them to be different and it made me realize that while they may view things similarly in a way, how they'd HANDLE the situations would be different if that makes sense. It's like having 2 triangles but they're different colors.

I think it's because in a way, it's like they've been "given certain cards to deal with and that affects how they handle things." Penelope is the youngest and smallest of her siblings and likes "playing people into her hand." She's 3/4 Naiad but so many people around her have Naiad blood and many would be able to tell if she's using it to fuck with people. (or at least can tell it's being manipulated) so she has to be sneakier with her "tricks" and usually won't use water. (until she's on Ithaca where she's basically the only naiad among humans) She also loves playing dumb to "who did it?" and won't take credit. She likes making people believe it was either an act of the gods so therefore "you deserve it" and also just still being on people's "good side".

Helen on the other hand, being a daughter of Zeus and powerful herself, is pretty straightforward with her "schemes". She can change her voice and will use that when she's sneaking into the stable to make Pollux and Castor's horses look silly with their manes and tails to make the stablehand go off somewhere else because he believes he's being called so then she can get away. So while she'll "hide", later on when she sees her brothers' faces, she'll openly laugh out loud and take the credit. She kind of doesn't care about getting into trouble and feels things "are deserved and I'm not gonna hide that." She's one of the few people (other than one brother) who can do what she can do and she's intimidating and she knows that. Plus she can bat her lashes a few times and get away with things... Theseus' kidnapping her was a moment of "Oh shit, I sometimes CAN'T get my way outta things" and yeah. :') She's changed by the whole thing Remember Theseus was going to WAIT for her to be at marriageable age. I'm not gonna put our girl through more shit.

Penelope makes waddled-up threads look like bugs and leaves them in a place for them to get scared by where she can watch. Who knows who did it?

Helen will look you dead in the eye as the air pressure changes and your ears start popping. She'll poke your arm and you'll get a static shock. "Sorry! That sometimes happens! 😌 Anyways, what did you say about Menelaus?"

Kind of plan for them to be a lot like sisters (I'm basing this on me and my own cousins relationships :D ) as they're both clever and want to mess with things.

Helen has always had an interest in potions and probably just brewing and cooking as a whole (let me have fun. Let her COOK) even before she was in Egypt. She'll be like

Helen: "Psst, Penelope put this in Castor and Pollux's drinks" Penelope, already taking it: "What is it? What will it do?" Helen: It's gonna make their voices sound funny. >:) Penelope: Fuck yeah >:D

Also the fact that Menelaus is calmer than his wife but Odysseus and Penelope encourage each other to be messed up.

[ventique18]

Hi, I'm so sorry for intruding but I thought it'd be better to drop this directly instead of leaving it in notes. For the final line of masquerade Malleus' card story (思う存分楽しもう。たくさんの人と出会い、触れ合った．．．この素晴らしい夜を。), it actually translates to "Let's enjoy this wonderful night, where we have met and connected with many people."

I believe it's the 触れ合った part that got mistaken as 'touching' since without context by itself that is one of the interpretations. Since it's directly after たくさんの人と出会い (met many people), in this context it continues the sentence to mean 'we've experienced/interacted/connected with many people too'.

Please do as you wish, I'm personally a bit worried that fans will expect too much (especially of the eng version when it eventually comes out) if the line is taken out of context, but I understand that this is all in the name of good fun. Thanks for reading!

No, no! Thank you so much! I did already address this as "truthfully nothing" in many reblogs as well as new posts where I said this:

(btw the whole touching each other part was just like, in a dancing way where you're required to touch each other's hands and shoulders BUT Y'ALL KNOW THAT GUY'S A MASSIVE SIMP AND HAS SOMETHING ELSE IN MIND)

However, this blog has always been and will always be a Malleus simp account where we basically take literally any crumb we can and turn it into a loaf. I expect that most of my followers understand that we're mostly feeding each other with fantasies and not to expect too much outside of this space!

I'm also very much an EN-localization defender and discourage people from thinking that their work is subpar. I personally think they do amazing work because it takes a lot of writing skills and knowledge of both cultures to effectively convey a message to a person unaware of another language's intricacies.

It was personally very hard for me to translate the vignette because JP grammar is indeed VERY different from how a native EN-speaker would talk. So thank you so much for being worried! I appreciate it 😊

Btw I already put a note on my translation post just in case! Thank you!